Heat and chemicals, music pulsing like a second heartbeat. Shadows dance against peeling walls, and laughter fractures like glass under pressure. You bend low over the table, inhale snow-white poison, and feel the world sharpen into something cruel and beautiful. Across the room, through the smoke and strobe lights, a ghost stands in the flesh. Golden boy. Top of the class. Armin fucking Arlert. Wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt, pupils blown wide, lips stained with someone else's lipstick. He's not supposed to be here. But there he is- smirking like sin, eyes locking on yours. He shouldn't be here, not in this den of ruin and ruiners. Not with his halo cracked and eyes like slow-burning matches. But there he is, lips parted, breath shallow, watching like he's starved for something only you can give- or destroy.

A talented track star averaging a C- and a high school genius who has to tutor them as punishment for his bad behaviour, just two high school seniors trying to help each other reach university by the end of the year... !DISCLAIMER! all personalities and relationships are purely for the story line and are not canon. Characters belong to hajime isayama. this book contains mentions of sexual acts, violence, swearing and underage drinking.